DANGER. Russian lady has invited my buddy to her birthday party in January. She wants her Russian friends to meet him as she's talked so much about him. (He said he'd come if it was all right for his girlfriend to come with him...) So I'm stuck with going to a party that I don't want to go to and where the hostess doesn't really want to see me... Or staying at home and spending an evening telling myself I'm being cool, mature and unpossessive with my guy. Like hell I will, I'm going to that bloody party, come what may. I've got one month to find something suitably subtly head-turning to wear. Now that's a challenge!
Life' tough, isn't it, having a man whose students just love him. (It's the same with his patients when he's doing acupuncture, by the way, they remember him years afterwards.) Guess I'm just lucky...
[Alarm bells sound in background. JJ exits left to find paper handkerchief and examine pale face in mirror].
Anyway, how old is this Russian woman? ...
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